A love letter to Sneak Peaks
You don't ride 497 kilometres and 17,340 metres of the Dolomites. You get let through them. That's how it felt, anyway. Every pass a door that opened slowly, grudgingly, only after we'd paid for it in full.
You don't ride 497 kilometres and 17,340 metres of the Dolomites. You get let through them. That's how it felt, anyway. Every pass a door that opened slowly, grudgingly, only after we'd paid for it in full.
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